“We have not come here to take prisoners
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.
We have not come into this exquisite world
to hold ourselves hostage from love.
Run my dear, From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings,
Run like hell, my dear,
From anyone likely to put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience of our house
And shout to our reason
“Oh please, oh please
come out and play.”
For we have not come here to take prisoners,
Or to confine our wondrous spirits
But to experience ever and ever more deeply
our divine courage, freedom, and Light!”


i’m running.

running like hell.

running as fast as my feet will carry me.

i’m dizzy from the exertion.

where am i going?

how fast will i arrive?

they cannot reach me now.

i’m out of their grasp.

they won’t be able to harm my vision.

the sacred will remain sacred.

no longer am i giving pieces of myself away.

the beauty will be slashed no longer.

i’m running into surrender.

running into freedom.

running through the darkness.

running through the storms.

i’m breathless.

did i take a wrong turn?

how is it that the right direction so often feels wrong?

i’m running from the fear.

running to the wonder.

running to the divine.

i’m running home.

i’m not stopping till i get there.

will i make it?

will i instinctively know the way?

will the road unwind at my feet?

will the cover of dark ever lighten?

will my eyes adjust?

pounding steps.

one after the other.

quick breaths.

sweaty brow.

tightening anticipation.

tension building.

i’m running.

running like hell.

running as fast as i can.

i’m going to meet myself on this path.

i’m running.

running like hell.

i have to, i must, i can’t stop even if i want to.

{Hope Wood © 2014}